Текст песни Telling Stories (сборник) с переводом

Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh

Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh-oeh

Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh

Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh-oeh

I’m loving too much, I’m driving too fast

I know this feeling, I hope it won’t last

I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m going

You’re like a flower, planted in a grave

Like a shelter burning in hell

I don’t know, I don’t know what I’m doing

I want you so bad, I want you so good

I’m not alone in the neighborhood

Babe you know I really like your style

But last time we went for a ride

I kept my eyes on the roads while you were drinking whiskey

I kept my hands on the wheel while you were telling stories

I kept my eyes on the roads while you were drinking whiskey

I kept my hands on the wheel while you were telling stories

Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh

Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh-oeh

Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh

Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh-oeh

I want you so bad I want you so good

I’m not alone in the neighborhood

Babe you know I really like your style

But last time we went for a ride

I kept my eyes on the road while you were drinking whiskey

I kept my hands on the wheel while you were telling stories

I kept my eyes on the roads while you were drinking whiskey

I kept my hands on the wheel while you were telling stories

Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh

Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh-oeh

Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh

Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh-oeh

Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh

Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh-oeh

Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh

Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh-oeh

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